When Feng Qing asked him to find someone to solve his psychological problems, Zhang Jun never expected that the person Feng Qing asked him to find turned out to be Van Basten.

After explaining his intentions on the phone, Basten asked Zhang Jun to go directly to the Saint-Edron sanatorium in Utrecht, where he would play football with a few friends.

Zhang Jun knows very well how a national team head coach can always have time to run to that place, it must be specially arranged for him.

When he met Basten in the parking lot, the Dutchman gave him a warm hug: "You're a little thinner than the last time I saw you, haha!" ”

"Brother Feng said that being too fat is not conducive to me to play, so I lost it." Zhang Jun replied honestly.

Basten then did not continue on the topic, but focused on Zhang Jun's new car, "Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren? It's a good car, it must have cost a lot of money, right? ”

Zhang Jun nodded: "A total of 300,000 euros." ”

"Tsk, you're so willing, my Volkswagen is only 20,000 euros!" Basten shrugged.

"Hehe, Sister Hua said that as long as it's something I like, it's worth spending more money." Zhang Jun smiled embarrassedly.

"That's right...... Basten touched the shell of the sports car, the cold metal felt comfortable, "so you spent so much money to buy it, don't you regret it?" ”

"Nope! Never regret it. Zhang Jun replied categorically, "It's really a bit expensive, and I felt distressed when I paid for it, but when I got on it and started the car, I never thought about the 300,000 yuan anymore." Do you know? When I first started driving, I was afraid that something would happen, so I was slow like a snail, and I was laughed at by Brother Feng! He excitedly told Basten about his first time driving, and seemed to have forgotten the purpose of his trip.

"Is there such a thing? Ha ha! But looking at the fact that you are driving from Volendam to Utrecht alone, you know that you have no problems, right? Basten was amused by Zhang Jun.

"Yes! I would drive her out for a ride every day whenever I was free, and I didn't dare to drive too far at first, but then I gradually let go. I found that after driving this car for a long time, I will form a tacit understanding with her. It's like, it's like ......" Jang Jun wanted to find a word to describe that feeling.

"Football. It's like football, right? ”

Zhang Jun looked up at Basten, a little puzzled why he was so analogous.

"Didn't you notice, Zhang. How similar is your experience of buying a car to your experience of choosing to undergo wind therapy? Basten reminded.

When Basten said this, Zhang Jun found out that it was true. He was also hesitant before, but after receiving treatment, he trained every day after getting a car, practicing his actual driving skills, and now, he can also freely speed up to 200 on the highway.

Now he's finally recovered, but he can't show what he usually trains on the field. It's not like driving this car on the road for the first time, cautiously afraid of this and that, and being laughed at by Fengqing.

So can he also be like a car, with all his strength on the pitch, racing to the top speed, and galloping to his heart's content?

Basten had been watching Zhang Jun's changes, and he smiled. The kid has already figured out some questions, and all that's left is to strike while the iron is hot.

"In fact, after being seriously injured, there will be a period of fear, not daring to make movements, afraid of confronting others physically. In fact, it's all about scaring yourself. Your surgery and post-operative recovery worked very well together and were very successful. You're in the same body as you were before the injury, so you don't have to worry about anything, just play the same way you used to. You must know that football itself is a game that tests one's ability, and now you are going to be a deserter, Zhang? ”

Zhang Jun was asked by Basten: "No! I don't want to be a deserter! He replied loudly.

"That's good!" Basten smiled, "Come with me, let's go play." He dragged Zhang Jun to the football field behind the nursing home.

This time it wasn't a four-on-four game, but an eleven-on-eleven.

"It's all some of my friends, it's just a game, go up and play with them. Think about what you've just learned, and remember that you're healthier now than you were before your injury! He patted Zhang Jun on the shoulder and gave him encouragement. Then he shouted to the field: "I'm sorry to be late, he is my friend - Zhang Jun, let him play for a while." After speaking, he used a force behind Zhang Jun's back.

Zhang Jun, who was pushed onto the field by Basten, waved to everyone embarrassedly and said hello, some of which he had seen and had come here to play football last time. After saying hello, he was pulled by the director of the nursing home, Statson: "It seems that the wind is very successful, okay!" You play the center, go to the front. Don't worry, we'll give you a pass, all kinds of balls! He winked at Zhang Jun.

This match was actually arranged by Basten specifically for Zhang Jun, who was an old friend of his team and an amateur team from Utrecht. Basten had greeted them beforehand and told them to move a little quieter. Basten didn't tell Zhang Jun about all this arrangement, he just wanted Zhang Jun to play with a game attitude, to find the rhythm that had been lost for seven months.

Zhang Jun took off his trousers and jacket and threw them aside, changed into a pair of sneakers and went on the court again, and then he stood in the center position. He turned his head to look at Basten on the sidelines, and his idol was giving him a thumbs up. "Think of football as a game, Zhang!"

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When Zhang Jun came on the field, the game had already started fifteen minutes, and the score was still 0:0. Will his joining break the deadlock?

The ball was passed to his feet, and the stop was a little too big and was cut off by the opposing player who was pressing. Now it's near the restricted area, you have to be careful with any action, you can't stop big, otherwise it's like this.

The ball came over again, this time it was a half-high ball, Zhang Jun stopped the ball with his chest, and then followed forward, but the opposing central defender rushed up and squeezed him to the ground. Zhang Jun turned three times in a row before stopping, which surprised everyone a little, for fear of hurting him. The central defender who rushed into him hurriedly pulled him: "You, are you okay?" ”

But when Zhang Jun fell to the ground, the tip of his tongue suddenly tasted a long-lost taste, the fishy smell of grass and earth, which can only be tasted when it is so close to the turf, how to describe the feeling? It's like it's been a long, long time since I've been on the pitch, it's an intense field, not a training ground.

Zhang Jun spit out the grass clippings in his mouth, then stood up and shook his head: "It's okay, I'm fine." Then he said to the interim referee: "That was a foul, right?" We should be given a free kick, right? ”

The referee was stunned, then nodded and said, "That's right, the red team collided with a foul, and the white team took a direct free kick." ”

"Hey, good! I'll kick this ball! Zhang Jun snatched the free throw in front of a group of "old men". He suddenly became energetic.

Statson looked at Basten with some concern, but Marko just smiled and nodded: don't let him play, he seems to be starting to find his senses.

Zhang Jun faced the human wall, chose to shoot the arc with his right foot, stepped on the ball with his left foot as a support, and pulled out his right foot, the football drew an arc around the human wall, flying towards the near corner, a very beautiful arc ball! But in the end, it was a pity to hit the crossbar and pop off the bottom line.

What a pity! Stadson felt sorry for Zhang Jun, if this goal was scored, I believe he would have the bottom of his psychology, right?

Zhang Jun also jumped in annoyance, covering his head with both hands. But he quickly returned to his usual routine – which Basten values more and shows that he is playing with a sense of normalcy, which is the best mentality.

Then it was very obvious that the white side gave the ball to Zhang Jun, regardless of whether he was in a suitable position to shoot or not. And Zhang Jun is not as restrained as he was at the beginning, he gradually let go, stopping, turning, passing, accelerating, passing, and even physical hard touches He did very well. On one occasion, Statson crossed from the right flank, but it was not well passed, and the ball was low and fast, and flew behind Zhang Jun, who came to pick him up. Just when everyone thought that the ball would be obtained by the opposing defender behind him, Zhang Jun braked suddenly, kicked the ground with his left foot, and quickly swung back with his right foot, he hit the football with his heel, and let the football fly up from behind him and fly towards the goal!

This is...... The "Scorpio" that Basten once demonstrated!

That's right, this is the new "Dragon". Zhang Jun had practiced several times under Feng Qing's supervision. This time it was the first time to use it in actual combat, but unfortunately he didn't master the strength well, and the football deviated greatly from the goal and flew to the barbed wire behind before falling. But that was enough to surprise Stadtersen and Basten.

In the eyes of others, Zhang Jun was nothing more than a missed shot, but only they knew what it meant.

In just over a month, he was able to use it in actual combat! Although the result is not quite the same, but it is only because he is not proficient, once he is proficient...... For the first time, Basten realized first-hand what a formidable opponent he had cultivated.

Zhang Jun shrugged his shoulders at Basten embarrassedly and scratched his head. He felt embarrassed that he had not done a good job in front of his master.

Zhang's tireless efforts finally paid off towards the end of the first half, when he received a pass from Stadterson, stopped the ball, then dummed a shot with his left foot to the left, and then slashed the ball with his right foot. Just when the defender who was defending him thought it was another bluff, he slammed the ball to the left after looping his right foot back! Then he kicked with his left foot, twisted his body to the left, and broke through!

It's beautiful, but the prettier ones are yet to come. Breaking free from the first defender, he picked up his right leg to shoot at the end of the second defender, and the opponent immediately shifted his weight to that side to stop his shot. But Zhang Jun's shot was just a feint, he picked up his right leg, but his heel knocked the football from behind to the left, and at the same time the body turned around with the left foot of the supporting foot, and the right foot pushed the football outward a little, when the body completed the 180-degree turn, the left foot picked up with the power of turning, and volleyed vigorously!

The ball goes from the goalkeeper to the net and the ball goes in!

Cruyff turned around!

After scoring the goal, Zhang Jun forgot that it was just a game, and he ran wildly to Basten on the sidelines, and then flew up and hugged him tightly. "Thank you! Thank you! Tears welled up in his heartfelt thanks, wetting Basten's shirt.

After waiting for so long, finally waiting for this moment, he finally scored in the athletic battle! Although it was just a game for everyone to play, Zhang Jun found the long-lost feeling of the game - rhythm. It's far more important to him than a goal.

In the second half of the ensuing session, Zhang Jun worked hard as always, but after all, his white team was a group of middle-aged uncles over forty years old, who couldn't keep up with the opponent in terms of physical strength, and was scored three goals by the opponent, and finally lost 1:3. But the result doesn't matter anymore, what matters is that the original purpose of organizing this game has been achieved.

Basten put Zhang Jun in the car and said to him: "Don't worry, go back, you have found the feeling of the game, I believe I will be able to see you in the league in the near future!" ”

"Thank you, Marco!" Zhang Jun is still grateful.

"You did it yourself, and you conquered your fear. If you want to thank you, you should thank Qiu, thank Feng, thank Dr. Celeron who operated on you, and your girlfriend who has been by your side to comfort and encourage you. Let's work hard, try to make a comeback early, and score a nice goal as a thank you gift to them! ”

After seeing Zhang Jun leave, Basten made a phone call to Adrianse, telling him that Zhang Jun was now physically and mentally OK. All he needs to do now is get used to the pace of the game in the warm-ups. Of course, this is left to Adrianse, and it is not up to him, the head coach of the Dutch national team, to take care of it.

Adrianse then arranged a fully closed warm-up match for Zhang Jun, right in the training base of Volendham, against the same team from the previous time. This time, Adrianse only arranged for Zhang Jun to play 45 minutes of the German game, but Zhang Jun's performance was completely different from the last time. He scored two goals on his own, which is a very good result. This made both Feng Qing and Adrianse very happy, thinking that Zhang Jun could play in the league at the end of October.

As Zhang Jun's return date approached, Warrendam was once again in the spotlight. Adrianse finally reassured the Chinese journalists: "He is doing very well, completely in an upward curve. But we're not going to rush it and I'm going to make sure he's in the best situation before I'm going to let him play. ”

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Zhang Jun still has not opened up his "permission" to the media to cover the media. He was cautious and didn't want to talk to anyone about a comeback at this time. Maybe it's a little superstitious, he thinks that some things don't work if they are said in advance. If you say that you will make a successful comeback, then it may be the result of failure. So even to Sophie, he didn't mention it, just asked about her at school, and Sophie told him that she picked out some of the photos she took and sent them to him, so that he could hang them on the wall in a frame.

"Isn't it the same in an album?" Zhang Jun is afraid of trouble.

"No, I can't. Putting it in an album and hanging it on the wall are two different things! And the sizes are all different! Sophie insisted, and Zhang Jun had no choice but to agree. Still, he didn't understand the difference between putting the photos in an album and hanging them on the wall.

It wasn't until he received the photos that he understood Sophie's good intentions. Eight of the ten photos are in black and white, and only two are in color.

Those black-and-white photos are all Zhang Jun alone, and he is frowning, his eyes are blank, and there are always many shadows. These are all taken by Sophie in his most painful and confused time, which is the darkest part of his life as in the photo.

The first of the two color photographs shows Feng Qing doing an osteopathic massage of his ankle, and a large wooden barrel in the distance is filled with steaming Chinese medicine soup, which is still steaming white. And Zhang Jun himself smiled at the camera. On the one hand, he is working hard like this, but on the other hand, he is still a little confused about the future that Feng Qing said, and he can't see through it, just like the ethereal illusion of steam in the distant sun.

The last one is at the scenic Sanatorium Saint-Edlon. On that football field, Basten was giving him a lecture on how to use the Dragon better. At this time, his eyes were bright, and his face was full of anticipation and longing. It was the encounter with Basten that made Zhang Jun really see hope and see a wonderful future.

Sophie is trying to tell me not to forget the hardships I have suffered in the past and the people who have helped me, right? Let me keep working hard and keep going. These ten pictures should indeed be hung on the wall in ten frames, and whenever he sees them, he will feel full of power when he sees the past!

Well, it's no wonder that even my dad praised Sophie for shooting well, and sure enough, she has two brushes, and she is quite skilled in composition and the application of light and shadow colors. What is even more commendable is that she is always able to grasp the subtle psychological changes of her subjects in a split second and freeze them on the negative. My dad once said that if you can only shoot people with their bright clothes, beautiful faces and body shapes, it is just a work of the next generation. A really good portrait photographer must be good at capturing the heart of the character, that is, to shoot the spirit of the character. This spirit is expressed through subtle differences in facial expressions. In this way, Sophie is indeed more talented in photography than she is in other aspects.

Then take a closer look at the appreciation...... Hmm, but why isn't there Sophie taking pictures of them? Zhang Jun called to ask, but Sophie scolded him crying and laughing over there.

"Stupid! I'm a photographer, and I took these photos, so how could there be me in there! ”

Even though you aren't in the picture, I'll always have you in my heart, Sophie! Zhang Jun touched the photo and thought sensitively.

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Sophie shivered, wondering, how could she feel a little cold? She got up and closed the window, then sat back at her desk and continued to write her letter to Zhang Jun. Although both of them now have mobile phones, there are many things that are still suitable for writing down with a pen on paper, especially Zhang Jun's birth is coming soon, and there are fifteen days to go, and she has a lot of blessings to give to Zhang Jun.

"Dear Zhang Jun, I will count the time to send the letter, I believe that when you receive this letter, it will be the day of your life, so I specially drew a cake for you, hehe! Don't forget to make a wish!

I really want to go to the Netherlands to see your comeback, but the school is very busy now, I am a senior in college, and the exam that was pulled down last semester is because I have a special reason, so the college decided that I can directly focus on the make-up exam in the middle of the semester and do not need to retake it. Although it saves time, I will be very busy in a short period of time, and I will work very hard until the beginning of December to pass the test in one go. After I wrote this letter to you, I couldn't write to you for a long time, and I couldn't keep up with you on the Internet often, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to read the newspaper when I bought it. But I'll take the time to look at it, and I'll still call you.

I heard from Brother Feng that you are recovering well, and you should be able to play at the end of October. But the domestic newspapers all say that it depends on Adrianse, and I don't know the situation, so I don't know very well. But whether you're late October or November, don't worry. I know you'd love to play and score when I'm alive. But that's not realistic, don't force any promises, as long as you're healthy, it's the best gift for me.

It's been a month and a half since we were apart from the Netherlands, but it's not really that long, but why do I feel like we haven't seen each other for a long time? When I'm not busy, make an appointment to go online and video together? Hehe, now many Internet cafes in Hefei have installed cameras, I remember that your laptop also has a camera, and then we can chat face-to-face again. But if you're too tired from training, forget it. I don't want you to have a bad rest.

By the way, let's talk about them. Li Yongle wrote me a letter a few days ago. He said that everything was fine at Inter Milan, maybe because he saw his performance at the Olympics, and everyone was very good to him, and he didn't feel like outsiders were rejected at all. He's still trying to play in the youth team, and he says he can definitely do it by December.

Kaka is also in Milan, and he takes good care of Li Yongle and helps him adapt to life in Italy. Also take him out to play. But Li Yongle told me that Kaka always took every opportunity to persuade him to join AC Milan, but he 'sternly refused'. The two of them are in the same city, which is the most reassuring and must be very interesting. It's just that I don't know if the two are together so often, will it give the Italian paparazzi a chance?

Yang Pan seems to be worried about love, he often calls me to ask my girl's thoughts, haha! I really didn't expect Brother Yang to have today! I really want to see what kind of person the girl who can make him tempted, but I think it must be beautiful, what do you think?

Also, you said you bought a very expensive sports car, but I can't see it, can you take a picture of the car and send it back? I'd love to see what your car looks like with half a year's salary. I checked the car model you said on the Internet, but there are no pictures, only a very simple text introduction, which is a pity.

Okay, that's it. Don't worry, I'm doing well at school, and my aunt and uncle are doing well.

Happy life!

Love you: Sophie. ”

After writing the letter, Sophie got up and walked to the window, pushed open the glass window, and then stretched her waist, and the bright sun shone on her, which was very warm.

Zhang Jun recovered very smoothly, and she was extremely happy. Hard study is nothing to her. In the past, the most painful period of time will greet them with a bright future as warm as the sun.

Zhang Jun, are you ready?

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